Too Late For Regret: The Biker Queen

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brated in the wood

if he had touched a live wire

dent?" he snarled, his hand dro

the table, "and I'll take three of you

amisha trotted down the steps in her high heels, he

Is that the money from the Alliance? We need th

you're no longer performing your duties as First Lady, club

ng back and crossing my ar

ed the handle of the briefcase with both ha

idn't budg

or. The bottom of the aluminum case was clamped down by a hidden four-point electromagnet

ha screeched, shaking

th a dry sneer, "The case is biometrically linked to Jazmyne's thumbprint. Tamper with t

as if it were burning hot,

ng Camisha back toward the stairs. "You're go

out, slammi

, heard the electromagnets click off, picked up the case, a

ped doing a single piece

days p

house above was descending in

could hear the shouting and breaki

r main whiskey supplier, resulting in an immediate freeze on all club wholesale deliveries. The bar had run

server. Two full-patch members who had been locked up after a bar fight in town were st

chewing on a wooden toothpi

just smashed the pool table light fixture becau

ptop hit one hundred percent as the final encrypted backup of Kirby's p

asked, nodding to

. "Where's the t

Highway 9," she replied. "Loaded with the spare engi

choed through the

om the upstairs office. "Jazmyne scramble

the ductwork. "Get the prospects dow

inner pocket, and grabbed the heavy canvas duffel

mp-at least eight patched enforcers and

black Harley Softail, turned the igni

ing, earth-shaking roar, filling the subt